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Chapter 7: Thee Candy Licker

Please excuse ANY errors.

November 3, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

After successfully making up an excuse to leave the den, I made my way upstairs. I'm not really tired at all. I'm ACTUALLY just super horny and he's just making it worst with his rubbing up and down my legs. He did stop when I told him I was ovulating, but since he's so used to doing it he mindlessly started back after a few minutes.

I have a serious case of blue bean and I don't know why people say cold showers help to cool you down because they don't! At least not the type of cooling down I need. This junk just made me cold AND horny. After brushing my teeth, I lotioned up my body and threw on a shirt. Then I snatched the shower cap off my head to put on my satin bonnet. I locked my door because Donald seems to love to in at the wrong times. He never knocks on any door that's between the two of us.

I folded my dry towel once and laid it down on my comforter. If this Candy Licker is as good as Courtney claimed, then I KNOW I need a double layer. I grabbed the clean toy and remote from its velvet bag and laid it next to the towel before lying down on it myself. I observed the remote and all of its settings and it has so many. I placed the actual toy between my legs and turned to the first setting. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling.

"Mmm." I moaned while it did its job of licking and sucking.

I turned it up a notch. Let me tell you something! This thing is doing its damn job! It feels like the real mouth of a human. My eyes rolled back as I was near my first orgasm. I heard my door rattling in then a boom and I threw the blanket over my legs just as it flew open. I was only able to stop the licking motion before the remote fell out of my reach by my leg. I looked up at Donald.

"Fuck is wrong with your door? Like it was jammed or some shit." He said pointing to it with my thumb.

I leaned on my elbows with my chest slightly heaving. "Do you ever knock?" I asked me and he knocked on the door that is already open trying to be funny. "I know you did not just break my door?"

"Did you not just hear me?" He asked me, walking in closer.

"DeVanté, you BROKE my door," I repeated.

"I ain't break shit. It was jammed." He said plopping down on the bed next to me.

I would tell him it was locked but that'll just lead to more questions that I'd be too embarrassed to answer. The toy is still sucking, but it alone isn't doing much for me. I eyed the remote trying to figure out a way to get to it. I closed my legs, so it won't look more suspicious.

"I knew yo ass wasn't sleeping." He laughed.

"I was actually just about to go to sleep before you busted into the room." I rolled my eyes.

"Bullshit. You don't sleep this early- late or whatever the fuck you supposed to call it. Why you so flushed?" He questioned. "Yo body all flushed. You good?"

This is the face of a woman who was caught fucking herself. "I'm fine." I quickly shifted my eyes from him with a smile.

"Okay..." He trailed off, giving me the side-eye. "I thought I heard you making noises or some shit. Maybe I'm trippin'."